I’m not quite ready to move on from Easter. It’s not that our observance of Easter was something spectacular, although we will likely always remember the Easter we celebrated in our pj’s. But I’m not ready to let go of the wonder of it all, the hope and joy it reminds me of that far surpass flowers, dresses and chocolate bunnies.
In the end, it seems to me there are two kinds of life.
There’s a Holy Saturday life of fear, cowardice and hiding, where every knock at the door brings a fresh burst of anxiety. At best it’s blind, deaf and dumb; at worst, it’s dead. It’s no kind of life at all.
The other life is a Resurrection Sunday life. It encompasses forgiveness and fresh starts, bravery and new beginnings. It is imbued with hope. It’s a life that is inextinguishable, unquenchable, unstoppable because it is the breath of God, the very life of God, at home inside of us (Galatians 2:20).
Those who become Christians become new persons. They are not the same anymore, for the old life is gone. A new life has begun! 2 Corinthians 5:17
That old life was nothing more than a vapor anyway, a fragile here-today-gone-tomorrow proposition. But the new life is a thing of strength and endurance, an overcoming, prevailing life that goes on forever. It’s a life worth fighting for.
I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection! But I keep working toward that day when I will finally be all that Christ Jesus saved me for and wants me to be. Philippians 3:12